How would the virgin matsus react to their SO getting touchy and saying they want to finally sleep with them?
I accidentally made these into scenarios where s/o is really horny and the Matsus are kind of oblivious to it, I hope noone minds. (#´ㅂ`# )ゞ
WARNING: NSFW, long post//
Let’s be honest here, Osomatsu isn’t the type to hold backwhen it comes to getting a little touchy-feely with his s/o. There have beenmultiple instances of you having to swat his hand away, especially when you twowere out in public (seriously, why did he think grabbing your butt at theconvenience store was romantic and/or acceptable?), but luckily he gives upjust as easily upon rejection.
You’ve heard him whisper drunken little confessions intoyour ears a thousand times before, some sweet, others lewd, and you would lieif you said they didn’t at least make youthink about it. This man, this inconsiderate, tactless idiot, with pickuplines and an attitude that usually only ever earns him a broken nose, he looks so tempting cuddling up to you, withfingers daringly circling around a spot on your thighs, his cheeks flushed withalcohol and eyes gleaming with lust, and he keeps telling you how cute andamazing you are, and how much he can’t wait to finally make you scream in bed.
The audacity. Atmost you would be panting moderately. We don’t talk about how much effort ittakes for you not to just blurt out a “yes,let’s do it”, run off with him and spend the rest of the night at a love hotel.
There eventually comes a time, though, when it’s you whocan’t stop thinking about sex, and Osomatsu, and sex with Osomatsu,and it just happens to be on one of those days when your boyfriend issurprisingly well-behaved. You decide you’re having none of that.
Cuddling up to him earns you a mischievous grin and a kisson your forehead, and he immediately wraps an arm around you, pulling youcloser. He smells like tobacco and cheap beer, but it isn’t unpleasant at all –well, maybe, not anymore now that you’ve grown to associate it with him, and oh, how much you love it when hebreathes into your hair, relaxes into your touch and just gets comfortable inyour embrace. He flips the page of the manga he’s reading, completely obliviousof your intentions. Does he think you’re only here for snuggles? How adorable.
You place a few soft kisses on his cheek, and he humscontently, but when you start working towards his neck, he lets out a smallgasp, his arms instictively folding around your waist as he pushes you againstthe floor, with just enough force so your bodies can mash together in a heatedmess. Damn him, he’s quick to make a move. A little while ago he even hadtrouble figuring out how to hold you properly.
“What’s with yousuddenly, hm? Are you perhaps feeling lonely?” he purrs, lips curling into aplayful smile as leans in.
It’s a long, longkiss on the lips with a lot of licking and biting, and even thoughyou’re enjoying it a lot, it doesn’t take too much time for you to get bored ofall the teasing. He’s taken aback for a moment when he feels your tongueentering his mouth, not too rough, but still without any prior warning, and youcan almost see those little “fuck, that’s hot” stars in his eyes. He lets youhave your way with him before he joins in, and soon you’re having a full-blown make out session on the floor, and it’s sappyand wet and probably disgusting, because even though Osomatsu has improved awhole lot since the first time, he’s still very impatient and too eager for hisown good. He’d usually just grin into the kiss, letting out an occasionalchuckle here and there like the magnificent asshole he is, but he’s beingreally vocal this time, enjoying how you are the one taking the lead, and hislittle muffled moans honestly sound really, reallyhot, so hot it makes you want to go faster, and faster… And suddenly you can’tcontrol your own hands, your fingers sliding up his hoodie, all over his chestand his back, his stomach, then thighs, and wait, isn’t this something youwould expect him to do to you…?!
“Woah, easy there!” he pulls back, shocked and confused, buthe still laughs, warm and lighthearted as ever, although maybe a bit…flustered? “I kinda guessed you were a little needy today, but this much?? Holyshit, I hope you know that if this continues, I’m gonna be in a bit of a trou-”
Your hand is suddenly at the front of his pants, rubbing himever so slowly, and he stops talking, stops moving, probably stops breathing,even, and his face explodes into a shade of red very similar to his hoodie. Can’t wait to make you scream in bed, sure. In the end, he’s just one of the six virginNEETs. You don’t think you’ve seen him this embarrassed before, and it’s kindof a turn on, but he’s very quick to recover, and what is with that shit-eatinggrin and that sudden sultry expression like he was the one seducing you?!You grab him a bit harder, and he groans, thenlaughs, and you kind of want to just get on with it with him right away.
“Haha, are you serious? Is this really happening? For real?”he somehow sounds childishly excited, even though he’s speaking in that verylow tone of voice that sends shivers down your spine. You ask him if he’s okaywith it and he seems almost offended, because hell, he’s been wanting you forso, so long, yes, please, just do it, he even begs if he has to. You kiss hisneck in response, teeth grazing the surface of his skin, as your hand gentlymassages the now very apparent tent in his pants.
What an excellent idea. He should do just that.
You’ve been on countless dates with Karamatsu, the kinds withblinding lights and foreign cuisines and classical music, and the kinds whereyou’re both just completely engulfed in the act of existing, laying in the soft grass as he sings songs about love andsunshine, and this continues for months – at first he just escorts you home,then you also kiss, then you let him in, you two make out and end up cuddlingfor the rest of the night, and the whole thing makes you feel relieved and safe at first, then it finally hits you.This loser is probably never going to initiate anything by himself. At all.
You come back from a shower to see him laying seductively onyour bed, patting the cushion next to him ever so suggestively, and you comply,because you’re honestly just so in lovewith him, but the moment you move close enough to be able to press yourbody against his, he stiffens up and pulls you into the tightest embrace,burying your head in his neck, which sounds quite comforting at first, but he’sactually gripping you so hard you can barely move. It’s the ninth time he ranfrom the situation with the same shitty tactic, and you’re kind of pissed.
Not because he doesn’t know what to do, not because hepretends he does, not even because he’s absolutely, 100% confident in not beingconfident, but because he’s not being honest. There’s a lingering thought atthe back of your head, that if he doesn’t want anything more from you, maybe he shouldn’t go full Casanova every goddamntime, but you know him too well to get upset about his unability to carry on actingwhen it’s something he has zero experience with. It’s like he can pull off trying to seduceyou, but then he realizes he hasn’t planned as far as actually progressing withit, and his brain just stops working. And you get that, wholeheartedly.
The issue is that you knowhow much he wants to have sex, how horny he is whenever he gets the chance tobe alone with you, and how hard he tries to physically restrain himself and tryto play it off, because he’s just sucha perfect gentleman. And then he goeshome and spends a good amount of time in the company of those adult magazineshe has hidden at the back of a shelf.
You love Karamatsu for being Karamatsu. Nearly suffocatingin the death grip of a person that vaguely reminds you of Karamatsu, but is notcompletely him, that is what makesyou pissed.
You sigh and ask him to let go, and he seems genuinelyconfused by your request.
“D-do you not wish to cuddle, my honey?”
No, you do not. Well, you mean, yes, but there’s somethingelse you’d also like to be doing. He asks what that might be and you shush himwith a finger, slowly brushing your thumb along his lower lip, and you canalmost see his eyes light up. You have this habit of playing the exact samecheesy, romantic things on him he likes to pull on you, and damn, do they ever work.
“Ah… A kiss!” his eyes sparkle with brand new confidence,and as to prove he can very much grant that,he shifts closer and places the sweetest kiss on your lips.
Not what you had in mind, but it’s an okay start, you guess.He pulls away then leans back in a few times, tasting you, and it’s probably anattempt at making it romantic and out-of-a-movie and whatnot, but you can’tperceive it as anything more than teasing. Not wanting to wait it out until he finally asks for access,you gently grab him by the back of the head and pull him in, and you honestlydon ’t mean to be forceful at all, buthe gasps and your tongue slips in, a little more rough than intended, andleaving both of you in a bit of a shock. You decide to keep going, your hands caressing his hair in a soothingfashion, and you soon feel him relax into it, though a little awkward now thathe’s not the one leading the kiss. He usually either holds your chin to guideboth of you, or plays with your hair, but you really just push him into thepillow so passionately he forgets puttinghis hand anywhere is even an option.
You only pull away when you’re completely out of breath, andyour heart skips a beat when you see Karamatsu under you, panting heavily, faceflushed with a deep shade of red, hair messy and eyes glossy with heat, andhonestly? You really wouldn’t mind if you two continued.
“Darling…?” he sounds a bit embarrassed with you staring athim so excessively, but you can tell he’s trying to pull his Romeo face, and…Does he seriously think it’s going to work? Nope, he’s a mess. A hot mess, buta mess nonetheless.
You want to do it with him. That’s it, you just blurt itout. You want to hug him and kiss him, yes, but you want to do it while you’rehaving sex. He stiffens up again and starts sweating immensely, and you ask himif he doesn’t want to.
“Non, non, nonsense!” he makes weird hand gestures, thenclears his throat and brings a hand up to his chin so he can make his trademarkpose. “I just didn’t want to rush it, is all. Love is like a heated up meteor inEarth’s orbit, it perishes if the atmosphere’s too hot, baby.Let me just, hm, readjust things, so I can- Hyah?!”
You would have never guessed grinding into him ever sosubtly would earn you such a beautiful noise, but it did, and he awkwardly cups a hand around his mouth, tryingto hold back whatever other sounds might have just formed in his throat. Youkiss the tip of his ear that is now flushed pink, and tell him to relax and tolet you lead him first, because under the cool guy facade he’s just a virginNEET with zero experience, and he knowsyou know it, so why make this any more complicated. It’s about both of you,about pleasing and being pleased, and right now you just really want to hearmore of those sexy little noises he can make.
You can feel he’s extremely hard as you slowly roll yourhips down on him, his breath hitching with every little touch you make, and hemoans again when your thighs accidentally brush along a sensitive spot, though this time his voice deep andhoarse and agonizingly erotic, and he somehow manages to let out a chuckle,flashing you his most seductive smile he is capable of in his currentcondition. You suddenly feel his fingers interlock with yours, and he stillhasn’t caught his breath yet, but he kisses you, and kisses you with eagernessand hunger, pulling you further down into his embrace.
“My angel… Wouldyou then… teach me how to take you to Paradise?”
You’ve been dating Choromatsu for a while now, and you knewvery well from the start that it was going to be no easy ride, especially whenit came to intimacy. The boy had a lot to unlearn, bad habits and weirdmisconceptions about touching and being touched, and how it wasn’t this holyritual you could do maybe once or twice a day, how kissing – and kissing infront of other people – wasn’t an inherently dirty and sexual thing must alwaysbe done behind closed curtains. He did his outmost best to try and keep youradvices, and you were proud of him for that, but you were still far, far awayfom actually having done anything more than making out, and that was starting totake toll on your patience. Who would have guessed one day you would be the one with all the pent up sexual frustration?
Sometimes you actually went on proper dates – aquariums andfestivals, the regular cute stuff –, but most of the time you were just chillingat your place, watching movies together, talking about anything and everything,and today was one of those days. He tried to never show it in front of you, butsomehow you could guess he’s had a bad day, a particularly shitty one on top,and you have to nag him a bit to dotell you about his problems, when he finally gives in and starts rambling abouthow bad everything is at home and how everyone is a grade A asshole there. Youlisten, like you always do. This is one of those times where he just has to letit all out so it stops bothering him. Your thumbs gently massage his palm, andit works like a charm – a couple minutes and he’s already back to his old self,a few more extra and he’s practically melting into your touch. It’s a smile heonly shows his pretty little idols and you,and honestly? You feel a little bit special because of that.
“I wish we could stay like this forever” he hums, and youcan’t disagree with him when he beams like that, even though you considerholding hands, at this point in a relationship, a really low tier level ofromantic affection.
You place a kiss on his nose and he blushes and lets out anadorably shy laugh, ugh, why is he socute. You nuzzle his cheek, hands wandering over to the back of his neckand stroking his hair soothingly. You feel him get fidgety a bit,probably debating on how to properly return the affection, the little nerd, and he decides on pulling you into the sweetestembrace, soft and shy and very, very warm. He jolts when you sigh in pleasure,hot breath meeting his skin and leaving goosebumps all over its path. Only nowyou realize how hungry you are for his touch, how much your bodyaches to love Choromatsu and be loved by Choromatsu, and you can’t help butpress yourself up against him, more and more and more, as tightly ashumanly possible, burying your head in the crook of his neck, taking in as muchof his scent as you can and praying for the moment to never end.
Your breath sounds heavy when you come to it, your head hazyand delirious like you’ve just taken an inconveniently long nap, even thoughyou know you ’ve been awake the whole time, and you feel Choromatsu tugging onyour shirt, calling your name. Although a bit hesitantly, but you let go, stilldizzy and unsure about your surroundings.
“D-do you want anything to drink?” he asks, and he’s aboutto jump up without even waiting for an answer, when you manage to let out aquiet “no, thank you”, and he sits back ever so nervously.
You feel kind of stupid. Aren’t you in relationship?Wouldn’t it be natural to tell him you want to do it when you want to do it?Shouldn’t it be… easy? You’ve always thought you could go by each day if you justgot to hold his hand for a while, or if you kissed a few times, but now you canclearly see that’s not going to work. How long are you two going to pretend you’renot ready yet..?
“I’m… I’m gonna put on some tea.”
Wait… Isn’t that the exact same excuse he used like a minuteago? Was he brainstorming so hard his brain cells fried? You’re not even surewhy he was offering anything to youin the first place, when it was yourhome. God, that’s cute. He’s so cute.
You gently grab his hand and ask him to stay, and you hearhim gulp softly, but he complies and lets himself to be pulled back onto thebed. Not even bothering to wait until he gets comfortable again, you reach out,fingers getting a hold of his cheeks now burning with a very apparent shade of red,as he slowly sinks into your touch. Your lips meet in a tender kiss.
Your fingertips playfully caress the soft skin behind hisears, then move down on the back of his neck, slithering under the collar ofhis shirt, and it feels like you’re almost anticipating that lovely high pitched sound he makes whenever youfind one of his sweet spots, body trembling under your warm touch. It soundslike a hiccup that got stuck halfway, and you honestly think it’s the cutestthing ever, but then he whimpers andyou’re pretty sure that if your underwear wasn’t already stained, now itdefinitely is. You whisper his name mid-kiss and lick at his lower lip. Youfear you might be too forceful, but he’s suprisingly eager to let you in, astartled moan escaping his mouth as your other hand finds its way down on historso, getting a good outline of his butt and sliding over the back of histhigh, but your tongue quickly cuts him off and… There comes another hiccup.And another one. You feel his body shiver, in the good way.
You can’t get enough of him. Paying no attention to the way hislegs are pressed together – his body gets all stiff when he’s concentrating onmaking out, just like now –, you creep your fingers in between andspread him apart. The clinking noise of a belt buckle is heard, followedclosely by the sound of pants unzipping, as your hand slids hungrily under hisclothes. He jolts and jumps at your sudden advances, throwing his arms betweenyou, not only breaking the kiss apart, but also backing off from it completely.He’s gasping for air, face burning with a deep red as his fists clench at thewhite sheet of your bed. Did you do something wrong? Oh god, did you screw up??
You mutter a “sorry”, but he shakes his head violently.
“No, I’m sorry. It’s… It’s because… I’m… like this…”
You stare at him in complete confusion, and he tugs at hisown shirt, looking the other way, head almost hung in shame, and it’s likehe’s… trying to hide something. Could itbe that…?
You laugh softly and move closer to him, hand meeting hisown, and you actually feel relieved when he doesn’t flinch away and lets youpry his fingers off of the fabric. Why is this even such a big deal? Well, youmean, it would be kind of a problem if Choromatsu didn’t get hard after all ofthis…
“N-no, wait, that’s not-!” He tries to pull your hands back,and you freeze mid-air. “That’s not what… I…”
That is when you realize what he’s truly meant, and you letout an elongated “oh”, curiously moving your entangled limbs further away tocompletely uncover him and the… mess he made, but obviously you don’t see muchthrough his pants, and you take a mental note that now you kinda want to.
“It’s because you keep doing this… Doing things like this.” hesays accusingly, but his voice trembles. “How much of this do you think astupid virgin like me can take? I’m trying so hard, but my body… just… can’t…”
But… But neither of you has to try? That’s the wholepoint! You cut him off with a quick peckon the lips, shortening the gap between you with a hand on his shoulder, your gripfirm yet gentle, and he looks confused when you break apart again, but not annoyedin the slightest, and almost, just almost disappointed by the abscence of yourtongue. Your other hand is still occupied by his, and now you feel him squeezeit sheepishly, locking your fingers together. You should really just talk thisthrough, shouldn’t you? You mean, isn’t it kind of weird just waiting andwaiting, and for what? A swarm of imaginary angels and celebrating fanfares tolet you know the holy moment has arrived and it’s now not filthy to ask for sexfrom your partner? What would repressing your urges and, yes, your feelings,would even earn you? It’s just… silly. Especially when you know Choromatsu haspent-up frustrarion in his pants 24/7.
“I just… wanted to have our f-first time be… perfect, youknow?” he mumbles. “But now it’s all ruined…”
You don’t see how it would be ruined, though? Pants aren’tnecessary right now, underwear even less so. He could even wear a batch of yourfresh clothes after you finish. He gets super embarrassed by this comment and scoffsat you not to joke around. How cute.
You start rubbing soothing circles in his palm as you peppersoft kisses all over his face, sighing little “it’s alright”s in his ear, yourother hand finding its way back to where it left off, stroking him ever sosubtly through fabric. It’s a little soaked, alright. He squeaks, and you feelhim twitch under your touch. He lets himself to be pushed onto the bed, pantingheavily, that one hand still gripping yours, not wanting to let go.
You can still definitely make this a wonderful first time.
You feel Ichimatsu’s slow, steady breath tickling the backof your neck, you feel his soft body pressing against yours as he embraces youfrom behind, you feel his warmth somewhere in the entangled mess of limbs, youjust… feel him. And this whole scene could honestly be a charming, blissful experienceyou two had the blessing to share, if you weren’t also enjoying it in a completelydifferent way.
You wiggle around nervously, trying to concentrate on somethingelse, oh god, please, just… literally anything else would be better, but themore you don’t want to think about it, the more you end up doing so, and youpractically shudder when your boyfriend drags a hand up your side, touch hazyand most probably semi-accidentally suggestive, but your mind can’t help buttranslate it as super erotic.
“What. Toilet?” he asks sleepily, and you shake your head. “Then stay still. I want to nap…”
Are you not even allowed to move then? He seriously is justa big, dumb cat. And even then, you love him to death. What wouldn’t you do nowto have those fingers trailing down beneath your thighs and have youmassaged. Roughly. Delicate touches wouldn’t get you anywhere in your currentcondition, at least that’s how you feel anyway.
Really, it wasn’t uncommon for you to end up cuddling on thefloor after a long, hard day of doing nothing (okay, maybe there was somein-between hand-holding and a few sloppy makeouts, you mean, maybe), but this was the first time youactually felt this weird tension building up in your body, a physically achingwant, something that made you crave his touch and his kisses more than ever.
You swallow nervously, inching your way farther from him,trying to retract your limbs to create just the tiniest bit of gap between yourbodies. Not that it would have helped, not at all, but you were prettydesperateat this point. Just as you were about to be free, Ichimatsu lets out anannoyed grunt, wrapping his arms around your torso a little more firmly andthroughoutly, his legs locking yours into a position that could very well bedescribed as some sort of a wrestling move, and you feel your entire back sinkinto his warmth. His face is now buried in the crook of your neck, lips soclose to actually touch your skin, breath heavy and warm, and making you shiverwith each exhale. The more you tried not to focus on his hands resting on yourstomach and chest respectively, the more you realized your butt was very, veryclose to his crotch, and that sent a very inconviniently timed shiver down your spine.
But then came a thought. What if you just…. embrace thesefeelings, instead of wanting to get rid of them? What if you just ask him if hewants to do something more than cuddling? The floor is lukewarm, carpeted, andsoft enough anyway. Wouldn’t that be kind of… hot? You wonder what expressionhe will make when he finds out how much you actually want him. That is also…kind of hot, you note to yourself. You start wiggling again with newfoundconfidence, this time closer to Ichimatsu, squishing your bodies together tightly,not forgetting to put extra emphasis on the movement of pressing yourself upagainst his crotch. He groans and finally opens his eyes.
“What now. I thought you liked this. Hugging and stuff.” hisvoice sounds monotone and unsuspecting.
Yes, obviously, you like to cuddle. You like to cuddle alot. You push your butt right back into his lap again, and he instinctivelygrabs your thigh to keep you in place.
“I thought this was a cat nap and not a worm wrigglingcontest. If you’re uncomfortable, just say so.”
You can’t help but snort at his sarcasm. He’s really just socute, especially now that you know about all the feelings behind the lazy,unimpressed voice and the resting bitch face. The amount of time he’s spent in the company of felines, he must havemisinterpreted your sexual advances as simple, innocent affection, and honestly, he couldn’t havebeen farther from the truth, but it was okay, because you admittedly had a lotof fun with the situation.
You don’t answer him, just swiftly turn to your side to facehim, nose digging into the soft material of his hoodie, and the momentum givesyou enough power to break free from the grip of his legs, only to boldly swingone around his hips as he gasps in awe.
You rub against him once more, this time with your genitalson his genitals, and he squeaks and tries to grab your hand, but he gives upwhen he sees you with that smile, that sweet and loving smile that makesbutterflies in his stomach. Somehow it seems even better now that it’s alsomixed with some kind of sultry mischief – it leaves him hot and bothered. Youkiss him on the lips, gently massaging his shoulders and then his back, and bythe time your fingers trail up to dig into his soft, ruffled hair, your tonguealso gains access into his mouth, and you two start circling around each other anddeepening the kiss. When you remember that it is only your upper half that’s occupiedat the moment and give Ichimatsu another passionate stroke, this time a littleslower and with more pressure, you can clearly feel his excitement building upin his pants.
Soon enough, you will be practically dry humping him, withtiny, gentle movements to not let either of you accidentally reach the peak,and you break the kiss with a heavy moan, trying to catch your breath. Hischeeks are rosy, lips trembling, and he looks so vulnerable you can’thelp yourself, you lean into his neck and start licking and kissing him. Hegroans, bucking his hips against yours.
You ask him if he wants to continue, and he lets out asarcastic snort, teeth gently grazing along the softer parts of your shoulder.
“This is a kind of napping I could get used to” he states,letting your hands crawl under his clothes, exploring every inch of his body.
Well, maybe you could still do that, because you’re sureneither of you will have trouble sleeping afterwards.
You’ve been dating Jyushimatsu for a while now, and youhonestly feel like you’ve never been happier. His smile brings a smile to your face,too, you love the goofy parts about him, the serious parts about him, you lovethe way he hugs and kisses you – everything feels wonderfully innocent, upuntil… You realize there’s something else – something else you’d want to bedoing with him, and it crushes on you like a sudden wave.
Jyushimatsu dives under the soft blanket spread neatly overthe futon, and starts rolling around and wiggling like a worm – an impossibly fast worm, mind you – whileshouting absolute nonsense that you suspect may has to do with sports.Probably all of them, at once.
That’s not why you came here for, though? You were just lazyto put the futon away, cause, let’s be honest, you were sure that after yourdate with your overly active boyfriend, you won’t have any energy to doanything besides reading in your bed. He doesn’t seem to be listening to you atall, so you grab the closest pillow and chase him around in a hilariousone-on-one game of whack-a-mole, until you finally catch him under the sheet.
“Su-su-su-strike~~~” he exclaims excitedly, literallyblasting towards you from his hiding place, and he has already grabbed you bythe shoulders when he casually continues from the last syllable. “Cross bodyblock!!”
“Why” is the only thing you can think of before both of youland on the mattress with a painful oof, and he starts rolling again, this timewith you in his arms. You’re not even sure if that was the right way of doingthat wrestling move, but whatever, you can’t stay mad at him for long anyway,you should probably just accept your fate and… roll with it. Pun intended. DamnJyushimatsu, now it’s starting to rub off on you, too. After a good fiveminutes you finally calm down, plopping down on the futon exhaustedly, yourarms tangled around each other, and you pull closer, still giggling, and placethe softest, quickest out-of-breath kiss on each other’s lips, before burstinginto laughter again. He drags his hands up along your spine, caringly, lovingly,but passionately, and you do the same along his sides as you lean in again.You’re still gasping for air, so it’s an erratic mess off sloppy, wet kissesand wandering tongues. You nibble softly on his ear, just the wayhe likes it, while he licks and sucks on your neck, and you suddenly feel sointoxicated by every little touch he makes, you feel like you’re going toexplode if he doesn’t go any further.
You agreed you would wait a little with sex, so you haven’tdone anything more that what you were currently doing, although both the makingout and the grabby hands had to always come to a halt at some point, becauseJyushimatsu, each time, without exception, would end up having a boner. You’vealways felt a bit guilty about it, because not only was Jyushimatsuuncharacteristically embarrassed about it, he had to spend a painfully longtime alone afterwards to make it go down. You wished it was easy to blurt out asimple “I can help you with it, if youwant me to”, but it was exactly the opposite, it felt like the most difficultthing to do, even when you two were in a relationship.
You kiss him once more, until he gently breaks away andsmiles at you apologetically. Looks like it’s not goingto be any different today, either. He waves a hand, or more like, sleevebetween your faces in a “don’t worry about it” fashion, as he slowly sits up.
“Could you wait here a bit before we go out? I’ll be rightback.” he assures you, but you doubt it’s going to be less than an hour. It’snot fair. Even though you’re here, all hot and bothered, all ready to take thenext step, to make both of you feel good, you’re unable to say anything. It’syou who Jyushimatsu is being so considerate about, if you’re not being honestwith your feelings, who knows how long this will continue?
You reach out and grab him by the hood, and playfully pullhim back, making him land straight on your pillow. He looks at you with astartled expression, but then laughs and pinches your cheeks while chantingyour name enthusiastically. He tells you he has to go and waves a sillygoodbye, when you wrap your hands around his waist, burying your face in his chest with adeep sigh. You tell him he doesn’t have to go anywhere. In fact, neither of youhas to even go out. You could just spend the rest of the day like this. Hetries to protest – he feels like cuddling would just make everything awkwardand uncomfortable for both of you –, and you have a sudden feeling you mightworsen the situation if you don’t actually speak up.
Gently holding his hand, you place a tender kiss on hisfingertip, and you can see his eyes light up as his jaw drops in awe. When yousaid you could stay home for the day, you didn’t mean you don’t want to doanything at all. You meant things….things like helping him with that erection? Not in the ice and cold showerway – in the sexual way. He gulps audibly and squeezes your hand a little moreintensely than intended.
“A-are you sure about this?! Is this okay?! Are we doingit??”
You nod and he breaks into a variety of cheers and hurrays. When he settles down, you pullhim back onto the futon and continue where you left off. Hands slide underclothes hungrily, tongues circle around each other, and neither of you can holdin your moans when the other finds a sweet spot. Your fingers dive into his hair and you softly turn his head to the side, so you can kiss him fromanother, deeper angle. Your other hand finds its way to his butt and the backof his thighs, where it starts slowly massaging the area, moving closer andcloser to the front. Glancing down to the bulge in his pants makes you break upthe kiss momentarily, and you ask him if it hurts. It’s a miraculous boner thatlasts for a whole day, in the end. He shakes his head, smiling.
“It’s just a little… tight.”
You decide to skip the step of teasing him through hisclothes and just go for it, quickly unbuttoning, unzipping and pushing down hispants, and your skin finally meets his skin, completed in an excited throb anda loud gasp. His noises turn into soft whimpers as your fingers start caressinghim, and you hum contently at the sight of his cute, flushed face, and the wayhe closes his eyes and tilts his head in pleasure – honestly, it’s betterthan you’ve ever imagined. Kissing his neck earns you another squirm and alively twitch in your hand. Well, looks like a long, long day is ahead of you – what should you start with first?
Today is not much different from any other days – you’resnuggled up comfortably next to Todomatsu, arms around his waist and faceburied in his chest as he keeps vigorously tapping the screen of his phone,letting out a disapproving huff and puff here and there. He’s probably gotteninto another minor agrument with whoever he was texting at the moment, as usual.He will have to get over it. You hear the tv going off softly in the background–it’s some kind of talk show, you guess, but you’re not entirely sure as youhaven’t paid any attention whatsoever to anything else that wasn’t Todomatsu.
You simply can’t take your eyes off of him, for one reasonor another – it’s not like you don’t stare at him from time to time like alovesick idiot who still can’t believe they’re going out with the cutest personon earth, you still do, sometimes, when he isn’t looking, but the heat slowlybuilding up in your lower regions tells you that maybe your affections aren’tthat innocent this time around.
You’ve been thinking about having sex, and having sex withTodomatsu specifically a lot lately, but the urge always hit you when you werehome alone. This was the first time you’ve actually found yourself wanting himwhile he was right beside you, and that simple fact sent a stragely addicting rush of excitement through your entire body. That soft, rosy skin, theglossy pink lips, that slender, delicate figure, the delightful curves of histhighs, all of them were just within your reach, all of them could be yours ifyou just let your fingers trail under his clothes. Would that be a littlesudden? Ah, probably. But what wouldn’t you do right now to to be able to slipinto his lap and-
“What~?” he strokes your hairaffectionately, giggling. “You like what you see that much?”
Shoot. You forgot you were still staring at him intently. Now he’s not gonna shut up about it for therest of the day. You pull yourself up before he could say anything else, and shift your weight on your knees so your faces are aligned. This confuseshim just enough so you can lean in and get a good taste of the lipgloss he’swearing. He smirks into it halfway, the little devil, and you hear him place hisphone up somewhere safe, then he turns to you with his entire body, softlystroking your arms as he kisses back, tongue licking at your lips. Normally you’dplay around with him a little more, but you feel like if you had to wait anylonger, you would explode. You let him in almost instantly, your brain onlypartially registering the triumphant expression on his face before you’recompletely immersed in the kiss. It turns mellow halfway as it always does withTodomatsu, his tongue gently, lazily rubbing along yours, his little hummingnoises sending shivers down your spine, as he’s deliberately making sloppy, wetsounds like he was in some kind of porno, ugh, how much you hate how seductivehe can get despite being a virgin. It doesn’t take much time for you to growimpatient. Your underwear is probably stained already, there’s no way you’d lethim get away with it.
Your fingers dive into his hair, your thumbs holding hishead in place firmly as you push deeper, with more force and intensity thanever, and you hear Todomatsugasp as you part away for a moment, only to slip back in from another angle. Hekeeps moaning into it, high pitched and needy and super erotic. You finallypull away, breathing heavily, head delirious, and your boyfriend seems to bepanting way more than usual, too, his cheeks now flushed red, but he manages tolet out a laugh, sultry and mischievous.
“Are you getting off on this?” he asks in that snarky toneof voice, his fingers trailing along a line of your back, coming down on yoursides and stopping midway suggestively. You lean in closer, and he releasesyou with a surprised squeak, his flirty smirk completely gone from his face as yourbody pushes up against his, until you’re practically straddling him. He loseshis balance and falls over, with now you on top. You ask him nervously if he hit himselfanywhere, and he shakes his head and giggles.
“Is this how it’s gonna be?” he wraps his hands around yourneck and places the sweetest bunny kisses on your lips. You laugh andtell him yes, unless he prefers something else. He seems to be considering itfor a minute, but you know it’s all just an act, because then he grabs you bythe waist and rolls your hips together, and he doesn’t fail to miss theopportunity to moan into your ears sensually.
“Mmh~ It’s okay for now, but next time I’m gonna be on top,alright~?”
You slide a hand between your bodies and grab him throughhis pants, your palm massaging him with slow, heavy strokes, and he squeals,this time not exaggerating in any way, and you see him pout in embarrassmentwhen he notices you got the better of him.
Well, you guess that’s fine. One more reason for you totease him extra hard today.
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